Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Swaziland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bobby Womack to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Standells,
Oneida,
Todd Terry,
48th St. Collective,
Colin Newman,
Hardrive,
Bobby Womack,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delta 5,
The Slits,
The Dead C,
Moebius,
Avey Tare,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Junior Murvin,
The Pop Group,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blues Magoos,
The Searchers,
Alice Coltrane,
Qualms,
Arthur Verocai,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sound Behaviour,
Procol Harum,
John Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Model 500,
Grauzone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tommy Roe,
10cc,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Age Steppers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang On A Can,
Television,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ice-T,
Magma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Christie,
Sun City Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cure,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cymande,
Wally Richardson,
Clear Light,
Main Source,
Swell Maps,
The Beau Brummels,
Marvin Gaye,
The Velvet Underground,
Visage,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.